You can wear the uniform and I could play along

And so it goes…

“…and if there’s war between the sexes then there’ll be no people left.  “
Actually, I’ve never believed that. Some of us would be traitorous quislings from the start, for one thing.

PS – she didn’t recognise him, actually.  Not her fault – they used to get a lot of men at OWK.  They all look the same after a while, I expect. 

 
 
The holiday starts here.
 
 
 
 

 

Some of us have high natural levels of this chemical in our bloodstreams already.  It’s produced in the spleen, I expect.  Mostly because I enjoy typing the word ‘spleen’, which is a rather underused organ in femdom porn, I’ve always felt.
 

 

 

 

It’s best not to let the cute ones off too lightly.
 
 
Nazi dominatrices!  Cute, huh?  A bit illegal in Germany, but hey – this is the blog that treats its readers with contempt, remember?

Blonde justice

C’mon now!  Are you going to let her get away with that? Huh?
Oh.  OK then. 
 
 

 

Yeah, the human body has remarkable self-healing powers. And if not, there are lots more men out there.
 
 
 

 

She should watch out… illegal to watch that sort of thing in Britain.  Illegal just about everywhere to actually do it too, so don’t worry about a thing – she’s only playing.
 
 
 

 

Just try to hold onto the memory. For about eight weeks.
 
 

 

I like to be helpful.

It’s a tonic for the troops!

 

 

Women, eh? Sometimes there’s no pleasing them.  You try to apologise, and they just run you over with a tank anyway.  Still… I guess we wouldn’t have them any other way, eh chaps?



 




Cathie might need a new lawyer in her stable.  She gets through slaves quite quickly – doesn’t look after them properly, truth be told.
 







She has a plan.
 This is the delightfully delightful Miss Tiffany Naylor. ‘A dominatrix based in Milton Keynes.’ To be honest, for me that’s a hard limit right there.  But it would be worth it, to meet her.






I suppose there’s little chance of either being a blow job? No? Worth asking…
 






I suppose any Radio 4 listeners amongst you will want to point ou that I got the apostrophe in the wrong place.  Radio 4 listeners are like that.

The rest of you have no fucking idea what I’m talking about, have you?  I don’t know myself sometimes, to be honest.

All your praises they shall ring if it be your will … to let me sing

Erm… sorry, was I supposed to be typing something down here?
 
 

 

Well it matters to the bug.  Still, I suppose it’s quite low down in the grand scheme of things. No point paying attention to the feelings of worms or cockroaches, is there?
 
 

 

Yes.  How awful it must be for guys with huge cocks, who are into SPH, did you ever think of that? Poor souls…
 
 

 

And I’ll be thinking about her (Lady Sophia Black, ladies and gentlemen!)
 
 

 

The nickname’s a bit unfair.  It’s not his fault his breath smells of piss.

Women on the verge of a nervous beatdown

Topping from the bottom again, eh? She’ll soon have that sorted out.
 
 

 

One way or another, they do usually bend quite a lot if enough pressure is applied.
 
 

 

Points of view are for observing in a femdom relationship, not for expressing.
 
 

 

Or better, depending on what you’re into.
 
 

 

That’s actually most things, if you think about it.  Of course, you’ll have to ask permission.

See what’s on the slahhhb

I see you shiver with contemmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmplation!

Ah, were would we be without Mistress Eleise de Lacey, eh? I mean, my sheets would be a lot cleaner, just for a start.
 

 

Yes, that would work.
 

 

Goodness, there she is again.  How does she do that? Unless she has a twin…
 
 

 

If the examining officer can still bend her elbow, the search isn’t complete.
 
 

 

Oh, sometimes one should just give in to temptation.

Commanding respect

Or the one before that.
 

 

I like to leave these details to my wife too.  She’s better at that sort of thing.
 

 

Return of an old friend.
 

 

On the plus side, they do get  lots of great shots of dommes looking really pissed-off.  On the minus, a lot of expensive cameras have been smashed.  Oh – and the photographer’s been hospitalised once or twice too.
 

 

Kind of a once-in-a-lifetime experience, huh?

Feeling her pain

…it’s just something she likes me to do from time to time.

Strictly speaking, that’s probably against school rules.  I mean, it’s not as if the chalk’s her property, after all.
 

 

It’s up to you whether you sign of course – and feel free to take your time.  She can always do you after lunch, if you can hold out that long.  Not a problem.
 

 

Thank you.  Ahhh.
 

 

That sounds very fair.
 

 

Glad to be of service.  It’s the highlight of my month, actually.

Because she says so

…is there ever any other reason?



It’ll help take your mind off the pain, while you’re waiting, anyway.  Nothing like ‘more pain’, to do that.



 

 

How exciting!  I wonder who it is?
 
 
 
It’s good to talk these things through.  And then to smack them out.

 

You’ve either seen the movie or you haven’t.

 

 

 

Can’t stop staring at.. the …gloves…!  Oh, er, right!  Dinner.  yes, right away.